If thy deed be sour, thy fruit be sour.If thy deed be sweet, thy fruit be like dripping honey, satisfying.

An analogy of a psychological masterpiece, piecing together the puzzle becoming mind master of theology. What matters the creed? We all came from the One True Living Deity, a billions upon billions of seeds sown from his likeness & imagery. Instead of philanthropy, brothers of brothers and sisters hate each other; the envy, lust and greed. Oppressional slavery against our fellow posterity.

You can't walk on the yellow brick road without having your red shoes on. The color represents what I've been forgiven of and what I'm washed in but keeps my robe white as snow. See it started in '13 and I would call it a well-knitted finding of marketing and money handling, pass-porting through the port as I ass through the deceit that creates defeat, a price tag on each heartbeat. But I desire to be different for my desiring in life is in contrast to the cattle of life.

As long as you foolish, ignorant, pleasure seeking people remain like a scarecrow, your liabilities are limited to a corporate god, and there is no settling in the mansions of the Kingdom of Heaven. Learn what there is to learn when it comes to your worth, your well-being and your freedom because indeed, he is truly a fool who trusts his wealth to a banker, his health to a doctor, or his liberty to a lawyer.

Majesty and its scepter is the symbols it represents I stand for! No more worries about big brother worrying about my whereabouts. Having complete discretion of my own businesses in and outs. Truly the best way out of all the deceit is honesty, imaginable created illusories, the G in the middle represent God in geometry. It's freedom of the bondage through enlightenment of mentality. Free as a bird in the realm of immortality cause I live in a world of reality.

See I woke up to this God-body movement, three eyes wide open to this God-mind blueprint. The dynamic of this climax at the peak of a God-conscious is what I seek. Subliminally, I speak fluent, 10 figure mind, I just do it. Life unravels its turmoils and these pen to paper sessions ease my pain and free my mind as I watch the rain, looking through the souls window for a sign. Take you pass the senses into the sixth, take you into a place of paradise and bliss in all but only a few notice.

O righteous One, never leave my side and never let me forget you, you are my only hope to succeed in this. Give me what I need to fulfill our will. My life without you is incomplete, you are my source of strength and abundance. I trust and acknowledge you. I am your chosen son.

I become blessed through you when I follow you and your Son, in the foot steps you both left for me to follow. You give me life, happiness, joy satisfaction, contentment, love and abundance when I'm at the heel of your feet but when I sin, I feel wretched, worn down, punished, sad, empty and alone. In my heart I know what to do but I choose not to and I'm sorry.

It's treachery when one becomes God-body, spiritually inclined to the mind of a God-mentality. The ability of divinity is at the peak of a snowy mountain. Give ear to my words as this liquid flows through a golden fountain.

What's meant to be is set; High priesthood is the philosophers stone turning all your worthless metals into golden thrones. God & I do it alone; complete opposition of the human hive of these drones for they're prone to do as they're told. Threaten them with fictitious statues, watch em fall and they fold. It's winter blizzard year-round for this dictatorship is heartless and cold. Where is there to turn to when there's no where to go? Can't tell the difference between friendly and foe.